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Mar 2017
Spent his time gazing into space
depression has no weight nor a hight nor a face
Thinking of a place where he could nestle that was warm
growing quite familiar with his demons by the swarm
Invited them to eat with him as loneliness had grown
invited them to stay with him for empty was his home
Nothingness was common in the center of his flesh
issues were his homies bringing multitudes of stress
Feeling type inadequate among the happy folk
many saw these problems as a giggle or a joke.
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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   Demonatachick
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